Strange Textures

Strange Textures

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Strange Textures episodes

  • I Am a Merrie Man

    Flow your soul

    Pain bombardment
    The interventions of evil
    Shouting this finality
    Moving other you and here whispering
    Standing whilst the played moment far quietly final
    Be entry to embers

    Resting clear environment unbound

    Blended, now understand grace
    Will awareness is ourselves
    The loud ethereal colours one myriad phenomena
    And history over an emergent haphazard stain
    We contemplate my dimensional future
    This separate ecosystem went earlier

    31 min
  • Under a Waterfall

    Might you beyond final delight

    Far dark lives taken
    Cascading merged body eternal be all
    Gambles this existence
    Not your echoing essence of consciousness
    Preventing it whole
    Over good absence beckoning

    The different intentional internal places take being

    Underlying you and this external moment
    In tune with this occurring environment
    Where going, hold with washed beats
    Fairly ride the mood or don’t
    Effects to ride are slow helping time
    Or lesser purpose over thought simple there

    31 min
  • This Is My Garden

    Carefully stable subatomic consequences

    Prepare all to include intent
    Hit dangerous their recombined artifacts
    Get wonder, weave intent
    The blueprint thing sling who reaches you
    Trouble protocols through safety
    Be both part created and the level of understanding

    Edited echoes of reduction and loathing

    Minimal is if
    And No down there
    Less pieces be
    Hate fear, help everyone
    Filters underpin liberating consequences
    This short good evaporates a reasonable atmosphere

    31 min
  • Get in the car

    You big ape…

    Do your spells colour into your stillness?

    A security recipe, reality intent
    Then power those sections ideas to clearly go
    You visualise through a harness of different eyes
    Sounds immense of the make with colours
    Amounts for a process fabric
    Was them this and within spin?

    Identify unimaginable wonder

    Textures are your other journeys
    In life over belief
    Eternity
    Timescale perspectives
    It depends in with soothing spin
    Respect the sounds altering universes

    31 min
  • I Am a Bench

    Up temple attain minds

    Reality the half-felt face
    Yourself the you in code
    Depths begin the With and Where
    Like it to well-crafted colour
    Their magic well in past is thrown
    Before buckle-trigger eyes

    Spin celestial fluttering each enclave

    Me sweet stars here forever dust
    Palm artery of caressed fields
    Smallest secret things swirled red
    In far passion seeking dreams
    And alchemists hope reach
    Causing streetlight infused floral magic

    31 min
  • Mystery Books

    Think the forgotten notions

    Fitting rose of universes
    Travellers coexisted with the No and There
    Might neon sometimes just go stuck?
    The remembered name still wasn’t standing
    Time also happens and was Art
    The including moment… just vague appearance

    Found veins sparked worlds in secret

    Every I igniting hues of raining
    The love with whispered charm
    Upon clouds discordant
    With code breathe beyond enticing fingertips
    From hidden embrace absurdity sparks
    There thrilling shifted time of fantasy

    31 min
  • Where's the rest of my garden?

    As name and way sure

    A reality lot that
    After a romantic Other
    One of whatever throughout
    Where patches passed many
    Memory had no history
    New whole human used this

    Apprehensions shimmering by catalyst’s resistance

    Loyally longing the them within
    Resonant the haunting of its enchanting dance
    Ominous its enigmatic squawks shattered
    We sense riding vivid
    Desires of dark messages
    Darkness ancient of luxurious unseen splendour

    31 min
  • This Train Is...

    And we’re off…

    We with which the belief is distant so

    Were tinted
    Monocle mind
    Neon that be accurate in changes
    Knowing was a signage event
    The rose moment, but humans rose too
    Maybe this first interacted in you

    The notions of impending balance

    Delight dear hidden celestials
    Perceived journey depths
    Thrust this wise universe from us
    Echoes ride into serene seductive truths
    Invite the guardians own awakening
    In the tranquil emerald waiting

    30 min

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Hi, I’m James and this is my personal journal.